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At eight thousand dollars a minute to run the crèche that is Parliament I would think that these arrogant wankers might bury their sense of entitlement for a while and get on with running the fucking country.

Has Mallard not heard that freeloaders are going to made to get jobs or what? AS bb said thats an expensive fucking joke DPF. Maybe if you and out politicaisn didn’t treat our politcal system as some kind of juvenile game of one up man ship we might be less unipressed with this sort of bullshit school yard behaviour. (Appologies to actual schoolyard bullies for comparing you to politicians)

Great idea FPP, gerrymandered electorates & pork barrel politics, awesome concept if you like that stuff. Personally I think it’s proponents either have short memories or are to young to remember how bad FPP really was in NZ.

Mallard looked like all his Christmas’s had come at once, it was actually incredibly funny & they were pretty good jokes. Though his mouth is faster than his brain :).

fuck you excusesofpuppets if you think its somehow clever to piss away other peoples money. This not how our parliament has operated until comparatively recently. I have yet to see a single school group go it and observe without coming out and saying they weren’t allowed to behave like that.

How many businessman (oh and fucking woman) sit around the board table taking the piss out of each other?
I’ve never seen it happen, they are to busy getting on with business, and isn’t that what these dipshits are supposed to be doing???

AND…. Although I don’t want to see a return of FPP, I’d rather see that than MMP. And if for no other reason but to get rid of the Greens.

Best one since ‘Kiwi’ Keith Holyoake’s honorary degree. A Students Association said that the Education Department should have given Keith an honorary School Certificate first. In fairness to the late Sir Keith, education opportunities then were not what they are now, and if he had today’s education opportunities (or even 1960’s opportunities) he would no doubt would have obtained School Certificate if not some higher qualification.

As for Joyce… well geez, I went to university, found it an enormous w**k fll of enormous w**kers, and couldn’t wait for it all to end. When it did, I considered myself to have the qualification for which I’d studied and passed all the prerequisites.

I thought the idea of putting on a cape (did one have to change in a phonebox and wear matching underpants on the outside, I wondered) to be an optional ceremony for the swotty blouses.

Years later I received a snotty letter from the University asking, basically, “do you want this bloody thing or not?” and listing that years cape-wearing dates. They didn’t seem too happy when I said “put it in the mail” but I got it nonetheless. So now the scroll (which I lost years ago) reads something like “for study in X, was awarded in X + a whole lot of years…” and just serves to confuse everyone when they ask (on employment applications and the like) when I “earned” the qualification.

How come, Dirty Rat? I never liked school prizegivings and it all seemed very much like that, but with stupid costumes.

I recall they forced me to remain at secondary school till the day UE was formally handed out even though I was due to start an RNZ announcer training course two days before. So of course when I was forced to parade up on stage to be handed a daft bit of paper I took the opportunity to tell them to stick it up their arse

I’m glad that you felt amused, DFP. It must be a beltway thing though, as many outsiders regard games involving Parliament’s archaic procedures as frivolous distractions from the serious business of governance.

I regarded Mallard and Hughes yesterday as simply indulging in puerile attempts at humour. Their smugness and sense of intellectual superiority reminded me of Cullen. If their 30 minutes of buffonery had a redemming virtue, it was to confirm my relief that I no longer have to endure the arrogant Cullen’s presence in the house.